Timid Desires

Description of book "Timid Desires"

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Red."

Their gazes connected.

"It is."

"Okay." She responded in a tone that insinuated she didn't think he was serious.

Usually, he didn't argue. Even when the time presented itself -this time was different- and he allowed himself to sigh. "No, no. I should be the one to sigh. My favourite colour isn't even red!" She pointed out for obvious reasons.

At her outburst, his lips involuntarily twitched and he couldn't help himself from saying -in the same tone she used- "Okay."

...

She dreamt of a scent of sunshine and a head of ginger curls… then met him the next day. Mates exist -chosen, not quite destined- but they were definitely made for each other.

He was perfect and definitely hers.

Her Timid.